Basic Information
Name: Sssabrina [Its how her parents said her name]
Age: Appears to be in her teens or early twenties.
Weight: Immeasurable by traditional means
Body Length
---[Head to Waist] - 4 feet 2 inches
---[Head to Tail tip] - 63 feet
Eye Color: Emerald
Primary Scale Color: Emerald
Secondary Scale Color: Forest green
Scale Type: Prismatic
Hunger Level
Famished As one might expect, this is the hungriest state for the young lamia. It is likely due to finding prey too small to properly sate her hunger or outright is unable to find any suitable prey within her territory. In this state, she's far more likely to venture outside of her territory and into others searching for food. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to invade a small village and gorge herself on the denizens till she has either consumed the entire village or she cannot stuff another person down her throat. The dangers of being famished usually result in her overeating, much to the dismay of her victims. In most cases in this state, she'll even consider swallowing those she considers friends and fellow lamia. It is simply best to avoid the lamia in this state if you wish to remain on the other side of her scales.
Hungry Much like a famished lamia, a hungry one isn't much safer to be around either. Though she is much more reasonable is very unlikely to eat other lamias and could be pressed to eat close friends if they put themselves too close to her mouth. The Lamia usually won't leave her territory when hungry; instead, she'll begin to hang around the area with high foot traffic through her territory, searching for a good meal. And while she's unlikely to eat another Lamia she knows of and has a relationship, Lamia's who rudely enter and hunt in her territory may find themselves hunted themselves by a hungry lamia. Still, prey species and creatures smaller than the Lamia should take care to avoid the creature to the best of their ability or be prepared with many snacks in hopes that the snacks are enough to keep her mind off swallowing them.
Satiated A satiated lamia is relatively safe to be around; usually, the lamia will have a digesting prey item bulging out their coils. It's usually wise to ignore this fact as the victim may still be very much alive within her coils. If that's the case, if you want to make yourself useful enough to avoid a trip down her throat, one might always offer to help massage her bulge. In most cases, prey can survive spending time around the lamia in this state; usually, the lamia will be docile enough to have a casual conversation with and still be allowed to leave of your own free will. But there is always a chance that the next time you meet the lamia, she may be hungry and, depending on your race and relationship with the lamia, she may not be allowed to leave like before.
Full The rarest state of hunger for the Lamia is full due to the large quantity of food that must be consumed before they are considered full. Usually, the Lamia can not consume any more prey or would cause considerable discomfort for the Lamia. In some cases, the lamia will have prey still sitting in her throat, waiting for room to be made inside of her stomach. On the rarest occasions, she could be convinced to cough up the prey in her throat. This is also the safest time to get to know the lamia as it is unlikely that they'll consider you a meal for quite some time. This may give the potential prey plenty of time to get to know and bond with the lamia to such a degree that they'll likely pass them over as a potential meal, excluding the most extreme of circumstances.
Background
Within Sabrina's territory, the general look of things change. Sabrina's enjoys looking at beautiful things as well as owning such objects. There are flowers planted all over the 5.9 miles of territory she controls. She keeps the bushes trimmed as well as keeping weeds out of her territory. Even though most of the area is weed free she is incapable to making sure every single weed has been removed from her home but she does do her very best to keep it as beautiful as possible. There is also a small stream that runs through her territory where fish can be caught if she ever doesn't feel like actively hunting but this is only a temporary fix. Sabrina keeps her home so pretty to attract people into her territory. Inside of her simple cave, contains a large mound of pillows which she has stored up from campers how thought it would be a good idea to sleep there for the night. Also inside of her cave are hundreds of different sized rocks she uses to block the entrance to her cave during the winter season.
Seasonal Mood and Current Mood
Current Mood: Extremely hungry
Hunger Level: Famished
Seasonal Mood: Summer
Spring and Fall: Put together for the simple reasons that the transitory months of a Naga are much the same to each other. Comprising half the year, during this time the Naga is in between the hostility of summer and the lazy, carefree attitude of winter. During this time the Naga can be approached with only a small amount of restraint and worry, as the attitude or appearance of the traveler is the most likely reason a Naga will find to exercise her bent up aggressive tendencies.
Winter: Winter produces the most varied of responses amongst Naga. In a colder or mild climate, winter means hibernation for most Nagas. While Nagas do store body fat like most other creatures, the Nagas' penchant for looks has led to their bodies storing the fat as a nutritious milk, which the Naga (or others lucky enough to stumble upon a Naga during this time) can drink to stay healthy despite the scarcity of food. In warmer climates, a Naga is less likely to hibernate, instead simply becoming extremely lazy and laid back during this time.
Summer: As summer is the Naga's habitual mating season, it is recommended strongly that travelers do their best to avoid confrontation, as a Naga is most likely to be immediately angered during this time. Unlike lesser creatures, Nagas are naturally dominant in any relationship, believing that only a male who has survived a Naga's aggressive comeon is worthy to mate with her. The normal courteous behaviour of a Naga is all but gone during this period, she is much more likely to simply jump any prospective mate who enters her territory, before either devouring him or holding him captive depending on his appearance and other factors. Those that don't meet a swift end will be coiled in the Naga's tail until they agree to her demands. In most cases, the source of the Nagas affection is quick to agree, as Nagas are beautiful and passionate lovers, and refusal leads to being crushed to death in the Nagas massive coils.
Content thanks for NagiiToxins
Hemotoxic Venom - This venom is lethal in most cases but she has the least amount of this venom in her body compared to her other toxin. This toxin is designed only to kill prey, as it attacks the vital organs of her prey such as the circulatory system and muscle tissues. The venom also causes the thinning of the victim's blood allowing the venom to circulate more quickly. Due to the thinning of their blood, the wound is more likely to hemorrhage. As it works through the body it breaks down and rots the prey from the inside out. Once necrosis of the veins and internal organs sets it the prey is as good as dead.
Ela Neurotoxin Venom - This particular toxin results in paralysis in her prey by inhibiting the communication of the central nervous system causing an immediate disruption of motor functions before complete loss of function leading to complete paralysis, a significant enough dose relative to the size of prey can lead to cardiac arrest but rarely occurs.
Relationships
None
OOC RP Tips
I’m glad to hear that you’re interested in my character and would like to play out a scene with me but there are a couple things that you should know before contacting me which will make things easier for both of us.
---If you wish to RP, please be direct with what you want. If your first statement to me is Hello. My response will be Hello in return, which is usually followed by a ‘I like your character for X Y or Z’ or ‘How am I doing?’. I really do appreciate all this and I’ll happily respond to every single person who approaches like this. I’d really prefer if you were direct with what you wanted in the first post and preferably with a scene in mind.
---It is ALWAYS wise to check out ‘My Summary’ in most cases you will find information in regards to what I am looking for that evening or if I am already in a scene.
---I only play one scene at a time so that I may give my full attention to the person I am RPing with as it is only fair to give my partner 100% of my effort. Also If I am in a scene with another person my responses may be heavily delayed as I’ll always finish my current post before responding to others so that my partner doesn’t need to wait too long for my posts.
---For those who are self-conscious about if I am enjoying the scene. The clearest way to know is by the length of my posts. My average post is about 3 lines or about 4-5 sentences. If you are getting that much you are doing fine, if my length gets to the 5-7 lines you are doing amazing and I am thoroughly enjoying myself and you are giving me enough feedback to work with.
---Contrary to how Sabrina may treat you, the player of Sabrina is fairly nice and is happy to chat with most and I’ll always let you know if I am simply not interested in your character. And if you’d like to know specifically why I’ll generally let you know, if you really wish to know.
---I always check my partner’s profile when I receive a ping from another even before I respond and the first place I check are your preferences. If your character Only plays with one specific gender I will not be interested in RPing with your character. Such that, your character ONLY RPs with Males, Females or Herms. This doesn’t include those who do not do certain things with other genders.
Scene Continuity
All of my scenes are canon and transfer over into the next scene I play, after a large meal the next person is likely going to see the bulge of the last person bulging in her body. That also means that when she’s full, she is full for all scenes until she finishes digesting. Though, a particularly annoying prey item could convince her to cram another person down her gullet. Just because she’s full doesn’t mean she can’t fit another person or being inside of her, it’s more likely that unless she ate a particularly large dragon you WILL fit even if you have to be crammed in along with someone else’s digesting body. And even then worse case you’re stuck in her throat waiting for the contents of her stomach to diminish to a point that you can be squeezed into the mush. So it isn’t wise to test her even when full. And at the same time, if you want a scene that doesn’t involve you immediately being devoured by Sabrina this is the best time to try to make friends with her or possibly more.
No one
Meals from 8/28-30
In a secluded area of her territory, Sabrina looks around at the young grove she was trying to help nurture. She settles at one of many beautiful wildflowers and hisses softly, stroking the petals. Her tail was a bit plumper than when she’d returned to this location. She huffs, feeling the remains of her prey pressing against the anus at the end of her tail. Sabrina rises and slithers deeper into the grooving weaving her tail between countless trees before relaxing her muscles. She places her hand against a nearby tree; a hot blush appears upon her cheeks as she looks around for a moment before closing her eyes. Her muscles shift slightly as her tail tip rises and the scales hiding her anus spread. A thick brown mass of putrid compacted shit crowns before oozing from that well stretches anus. A soft moan escapes as the density of the mass stretches her anus. Her tail shifts as her muscles ripple as the hardest-packed shit drops to the ground, dragging that thick loaf of smooth shit with it. Small bits of oddly covered and shaped objects littered this mass of shit. Her tail draws closer to her as she begins to gather it up to help distribute her shit along the forest rather than in one massive pile.
She groans as she feels something solid working through her bowels that hadn’t been adequately compacted. She lifts her tail, causing the first mass of shit to break off, revealing a putrid cross-section of that shit, what appears to be some sort of electronic, likely the cell phone of her prey which didn’t break down. The object was probably ruined, caked with shit; unfortunately, her prey, whoever they were, wouldn’t need it anymore. The object would probably just become another part of the forest once her shit dispersed into nutrients for the plants and trees in the area. She grunts, feeling something solid trying to block up her bowels. It was probably something she ate but didn’t break down inside her gut.
The lamia bit her lip as she felt her anus stretching further as a horrid mix of shit, bones, synthetic fabric, and bleached black fur gushed from her ass, releasing a torrential mass of soft brown shit to spill from her ass. She remembered the familiar pain of passing clothing and fur simultaneously. They always got knotted up in her bowels if they didn’t break down. The mass of soft shit quickly buried the bowel obstruction, the last fight from prey long gone and forgotten. It wasn’t until she felt the warm shit press against her tail does she come out of her brief trance-like state. Sabrina bunches her tail as she leaves the easily thirty-two-pound pile of shit. It takes Sabrina roughly 10 minutes of constant pushing to clear her bowels of the remains of her prey. She glances back as flies start to congregate to her latest bowel movement. The last fifteen pounds of shit were nearly completely smooth; only bone fragments and bits of black fur made it completely through the digestive process. The only left of her prey was an inch or so of fat on her tail and roughly two hundred and eighty-two pounds of shit, bleached, broken, or fragmented bones and some undigestible which were likely ruined.
Pony Remains - March 30th
Sabrina continued to live her life while the eight distinct bulges in her tail writhed, protested, and fought to escape the tight muscular chamber that was Sabrina’s stomach. Unfortunately for them, Sabrina didn’t pay them much mind as her body did was it was built to do. Even with their struggles combined, they didn’t manage to cause her even the slightest indigestion. With each passing day, another pony expired inside her stomach. It was pretty cruel, though; Sabrina periodically swallowed down oxygen which only drew out their suffering as most of the ponies drowned on the bloody pulped remains of their friends or digested to death. Though she’d long forgotten who she’d eaten, it didn't matter. All but one had already expired and were being reduced into a homogenous messy slop of bones, muscles, and organs. Unfortunately, their clothing didn’t come back up, but most had been digested along with their bodies. The singular lump that struggled for about a week was the only reminder that she'd eaten something.
Sabrina could feel the remains of her meals pushing against her back door in the middle of the night. And decided to rush off to a secluded area of her territory to let the ponies back out. The gentle sound of crickets chirping, frogs croaking, and the occasional scurrying of small rodents filled the night air. Finding a nice place to leave her prey didn't take long.
Once settled, the lamia relaxes her muscles and raises her tail tip feeling the dense weighty mass of shit that packed her colon work its way out. “Pllllllbbbfffffrrrtttt.” The harsh fumes they made permeated the air as her anal vent expanded around an extremely solid and densely packed mass of putrid shit crowns. She gasps softly, leaning against a tree and feeling the mass working out of her body. The dark mass oozes from her ass, roughly as thick as her own head; the wet squelching of the loaf of shit is forced from her ass, causing her to moan inadvertently. Feeling the thick mass oozing from her ass felt so much better as a coil of shit began to form on the ground. Periodically she clenches her anal vent pinching off the mass, causing it to plop to the ground with a heavy thump and splat before more shit stretches that vent back open.
She’d been stuck in that spot for easily ten minutes or so before she started to feel empty. Her sharp nails had dug deep ruts into the tree's bark as she grabs naps a few handfuls of thick leaves and wiped her anal vent of any remnants of her prey. Sabrina tossed the leaves and proceeds back home. The last of her stubborn meal had the unfortunate grace of being alive while she shat out her friends. No matter; she wouldn’t last much longer.
The mass of shit was truly impressive and horrible at the same time. Seven ponies have been reduced to roughly 89 pounds of hot steaming shit. The odor was ghastly; the remains of her meal were hardly recognizable. The pile of shades of brown covered in speckled shards and splinters of bone remained. Bits of tattered clothing liter the pile; her digestive tract had worn any color out of what remained, and what did was acid pitted and faded. None of their skulls survived the trip; her powerful stomach acids pulverized their very existence. Though the few with cloven feet managed to have their hooves survive, they were surely lost beneath the pile. What few electronics may have gone down with, they were surely beyond repair and lost within the remains. The horrid scent would surely linger for quite some time before they were returned to the earth, but that’d be quite some time before this pile disappeared.
Sabrina would return to the area two days later; the last stubborn prey item had finally expired and worked its way through her bowels. The mass of shit still remained as nature worked to reclaim the mass. Sabrina doesn’t add to the pile, rather she opts to leave the last pony by a tree. She pushed gently, forcing the mass back out; this one had been quite stubborn, unlike the others. She felt the familiar feeling of bones rubbing against her inner walls. A heterogeneous mass of shit eases out of her anal vent. Countless bones mixed in with the shit; many bones were acid worn and broken, but they weren’t in splinters. It was hardly believable that someone who had been inside of her stomach for so long was still in such a ‘solid’ state. Wet, messy plops filled the air as her body ruined their body; no scraps of clothing remained, but white bones were mixed in almost equal parts with the shit—bits of scarlet hair litter the significantly smaller mound of shit, probably weighing maybe 15 pounds. A shattered pelvis and even their skull had made the trip; alas, it was in two separate halves. Once the last bits of shit left of her body and she looked at the two masses and, without much further thought, returned home to relax.
If you wish to end up permanently as fat on Sssabrina's tail please ask at the start of the scene. First person who end up on this list will be used at the basis of your replacement image and all others.
Signs
Online: I have probably recently log in and might not be up for an RP feel free to as though.
Away: I have left the computer for a bit i may or may not be back. Send me a pub if your interested in a RP.
LFRP: Well if this is up i am looking for an RP depending on how many whispers i get when this sign goes up will determine if i go public of just a private RP. You can tell me what you want on the first whisper and that would be easier for me.
Do not Disturb: I am probably in a private RP with someone and I want to give them my full attention. If you are looking for a RP send me a pub and ill get back to you when i finish.
IC: I am in public but i am at my limit of how many people i want to join.
Open for approach: I am in public and anyone may join if they would like.
